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Count: Why don't you ever come around? Do you know
how long it has been? Three weeks.
Prince: (Hooking up to the attic) As long as that?
Count: Well, why do you come soexlom?
Prince: Don't be angry. You are right, really, and
tyday I only came to say good-tye.
Count: Good-tye?
Prince: I leave to-morrow.
Count: You leave? Where are you going?
Prince: I am going to the seaside. And you, no
plans?
Count: I haven’t thought about it yet.... this year.
Prince: Oh, it’s so lovely out here- The big park;
but after all you will have to go some place this
summer.
Count: I don't know..It's all the same to me.
Prince: What's the matter?
Count: My dear old friend- it's going downhill
with me.
Prince: Why- what rot, Arpad!
Downhill?
Dount: Growing old, Egon,
though.
Prince: Yes, you have to got used to it, yow
Count: What are you talking about? You are five
years younger than I.
Prince: Six.
But fifty-five isn’t exactly the
Spring of life- I am getting used to it.
Count: You have always been great at psychology, old
fried.
Prince: Anyway, I don't know what you are talking
about. You look first-rate. (Sits down, looks up
again to the attic-Silence)
Count: (with an effort) Have you heard the latest?
She s going to get married.
Prince: Who?
Count: Why, you can imagine-